"You!"
Long Zhen'ao raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes blazing with anger upon hearing Ye Wudao's words.
"Very well! I will remember you!"
"When my Demon Dragon Divine Body achieves completion, I will suppress you as well!"
He felt extremely humiliated, his pride greatly damaged today. He, a Young King of the Ancient Clan, had not anticipated that he would fail to withstand even a single palm strike from his opponent!
"Still boasting about your Demon Dragon Divine Body? You're merely a mere bug! Do you presume that while you grow, I'll simply stand still?"
Above in the sky, Ye Wudao sneered coldly; his character was inherently arrogant, and even now, in the face of a Young King from the Ancient Clan, he showed no courtesy.
"How dare you insult the Dragon Clan?!"
Hearing Ye Wudao's words, both Long Chen and Long Zhen'ao were visibly outraged.